I started off my creative career firmly outside of the closet. I felt like straight people had enough art by and for them, and since I was queer, then by god, my art would be too! I thought the distinction between “gay artist” and “artist who is gay” was irrelevant because I thought it was nonsense to rank aspects of myself.Read more.
“There’s something very important that I don’t understand. How can I be a woman and still be happy?” Anna O. is a thirtyish New Yorker living in the squalid East Village of 1990. Dead friends and junkies on the sidewalk are a fact of life, and worsening political unrest is threatening to destroy the world as she knows it. Plus, she’s always falling for the wrong women. She needs help, and she finds it — or does she? — in the person of Doc, a street-corner therapist who charges $10 and only sees each of his patients three times because “I get what I need out of it by the third session and you can too.” Doc diagnoses Anna with empathy, but it seems like her problems might be more complicated. Such as: does she exist? Does Doc? Do you?
Funny, deep, profoundly disturbing and almost impossible to accurately describe, Empathy is one of the most exhilarating novels we’ve ever read. At the time of its initial publication (1993), the L.A. Times called Sarah Schulman “the master of a gorgeous simplicity that is resilient enough to encompass everything from recipes for Three Musketeers Treasure Puffs to lyrical passages and intimate bedroom chatter.” In addition to recipes, this novel contains plays and even, sort of, poetry. But it never strays from the colloquial, comprehensible patter of everyday life, which its readers might never look at quite the same way again.
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